Semen-Addicted Exam Prepper (6)
Kim Min-ah had always thought of herself as someone who, while not exactly a saint, at least kept her conscience intact. Her family was poor, but she got along great with her parents, and she'd never even stolen so much as a 100 or 200 won coin. Sure, there were plenty of people she envied, but she'd never picked fights out of jealousy or badmouthed them behind their backs.
But right now, the overwhelming sense of taboo that had taken complete control of her body effortlessly shattered those walls of conscience.
'Who cares what I imagine? It's not like... it's not like I'm thinking anything bad.'
Yeah. This wasn't something to feel guilty about. She wasn't doing anything—just imagining a cock sliding in. No victims. Yeah, no victims, and she wasn't hurting anyone either.
Having rationalized it to herself like that, Kim Min-ah's hand slid back down below. She'd already gauged the length; now it was time to imagine the girth.
"I've never tried it inside..."
To be precise, it wasn't that she hadn't. Out of curiosity, she'd fingered herself once or twice, but unlike clit play, it hadn't given that sharp rush of pleasure, so she'd lost interest and never done it again.
Squelch...
She pushed her long index finger deep into her pussy.
"This feels kinda dirty..."
It had been ages since the last time, and back then, it hadn't felt like this. Years later, her pussy welcomed the intruder without a hint of resistance, slick and slippery, clenching around her finger as if greedily sucking and chewing it up.
"This is where that would..."
Go in. It was hard to believe when picturing that ridiculous size, but biologically, it was possible.
"Crazy..."
Even one finger squeezed her this tight. How the hell was she supposed to take something that massive?
Even as she thought that, Kim Min-ah shoved in a second finger.
"Hngh...!"
The pressure inside intensified. She felt her tight pussy walls stretching open while simultaneously clamping down on her fingers. Right now, those fingers were a cock. The size and length didn't match her imagination at all, but her fully immersed fantasy blurred the differences just right.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...
"Hngh, uh, haa..."
Her two fingers glided smoothly in and out of her pussy. The love juices leaking from inside gradually increased, trickling down her fingers to soak her palm.
"Haht, ah. Haa...!"
It definitely felt good. But there was no sense of building toward climax. It was like her body had heated up plenty but refused to push the pleasure any further—like this was the limit.
In the end, Kim Min-ah reached out with her other hand toward her clit.
"Hk...! Hnngh...!"
The instant her fingertip grazed her clit, electric pleasure shot up her spine. In that moment, she experienced what it meant to "cum lightly." A new benchmark was added between mere "feels good" and full-blown "I came"—her legs trembled faintly, making it hard to stand, so she slumped against the bathroom wall to the floor.
"Hngh...! Ah, ang...! Haang...!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch! Her fingers pistoning in her pussy sped up. The other hand rubbed and mashed her clit more fiercely than usual.
"Hngh! Haak...! Hak, haaaang...!!"
Twitch! Twitch!
Finally reaching climax, Kim Min-ah stretched her legs out, curled her toes tight, and shuddered all over. Her orgasming pussy clenched her fingers desperately, gushing love juices in streams. This was utterly different from her past orgasms. Unlike the ones where pleasure built gradually to a hard-earned peak, this one rocketed her to the heights in an instant before crashing down—fast and intense.
"Haak, hak, haa...!"
Breathing raggedly, she pulled her fingers out. The juices dripping out with them, the strange emptiness in her belly, the floating exhaustion throughout her body—it was all brand new.
"Fucking crazy slut... crazy slut..."
As her overheated body slowly cooled, the post-nut clarity hit like a truck—the absolute worst. She'd masturbated daily to calm her aroused body before, but she'd never gone this hard.
"...Time to study."
Still, she pulled herself together quickly. It was thanks to the experience of realizing her addiction to semen, enduring withdrawal symptoms, and forcing herself to focus on studying anyway.
Springing to her feet, Kim Min-ah cranked the shower to ice-cold and turned it on.
"Eek...!"
A winter cold shower. Utterly masochistic, but as her body froze solid, stray thoughts vanished fast. Shivering like she was in penance, she shampooed her hair and soaped up head to toe before finally shutting off the water.
"Now I can breathe."
Her body had chilled to the bone, so wiping off and stepping out brought a rush of heat. She roughly dried her hair, threw on her usual tracksuit, and plopped down at her desk to study. She couldn't quite grasp it all, but as always, distractions melted away in seconds, letting her dive right in.
*
Lunchtime. As she prepped to head out like usual, Team Leader 1 approached.
"Min-seok, eating out again?"
"I've been feeling great lately, so my appetite's through the roof. Figure I'll get some fresh air too."
"Don't blow your cash too wildly. Save a little—you never know when you might need it."
"Sigh. Min-seok's got it handled. Say that to kids these days and they call you a boomer."
"Hey, come on. It's all 'cause I like the kid. That's boomer talk?"
"Haha, it's fine. I know you're just looking out for me, Team Leader."
"See? Min-seok's not like other young punks. Kid's polite as hell."
"Tsk tsk. Enough—let's go eat. Min-seok, you head out too. Don't be late."
"Sure. Enjoy your lunches, everyone."
"You too, eat well."
Choi the old man stepped in just as Team Leader 1 was about to drag it out, letting me slip away smoothly. We exchanged casual goodbyes, and as I reached the meetup spot, the now-familiar shiny luxury car waited. No need to check inside—I hopped into the passenger seat, and Yoo Seo-yeon, behind the wheel, spoke in a voice calmer than I could've imagined back then.
"Where to today?"
"Anywhere's fine—just something quick."
I'd said it offhand since nothing specific came to mind, but her face lit up like I'd made her day. Lunch was the one time she didn't have to worry about prying eyes and could spend more time entwined than waiting around—shorter meals meant more playtime.
"Udon okay?"
"Sounds good. Let's do that."
Mid-February, still bone-chilling cold—hot broth hit the spot perfectly.
"Udon place it is, then."
She never asked about taste. No idea if she knew all the spots or scouted them, but nothing she'd picked had ever been bad.
The car purred to life smoothly. Yoo Seo-yeon's focused profile as she drove was oddly tempting to mess with, but I didn't want a crash, so I always just thought about it.
As expected, the udon was tastier than any we'd had before. Then, naturally, we headed straight to a nearby motel.
The second we entered the room, I tossed her onto the bed and mauled her tits from behind. She was panting excitedly in seconds.
"Haa, haa..."
Yoo Seo-yeon's best features: no need to hold back, play with her however, and these tits. Her overall figure and proportions were solid, but without these massive jugs, she wouldn't feel half as appealing.
"Hngh, uh, hak...!"
No mercy, kneading them roughly for my pleasure only—and she just showed pure arousal. Not only that, she couldn't hold back anymore, grinding her ass back against my clothed erection, pressing and rubbing like she was begging me to fuck her already.
"Want me to fuck you?"
"Haa... I'd love it if you fucked me, Master..."
"No whining. Just press those tits and behave. I'll fuck you when I'm ready."
"Hngh...! I'll press my tits...! I'll behave and press them...! Haak...!"
I squeezed her tits like wringing them out, and she shuddered violently, exhaling hot breaths.
"Damn... you feel that?"
"Hk...! I-I felt it... It hurts but... it zaps right up...!"
"Real sluts are built different."
"Haang...! 'Cause I'm a slut...! Hngh...! Haht, hak...!"
Now even "slut" didn't faze her. Her head was probably filled with nothing but please fuck me soon. Even as she twitched from the tit-squeezing, her ass kept grinding against my cock over our clothes.
"You're making me so hard."
"Kyaa...!"
I stopped kneading and yanked off her pants—she let out a thrilled squeal.
"Ass up."
"Haa... Ass up... Hurryyy..."
At my word, she hiked her ass perfectly for pounding, shaking it side to side in doggy while looking back temptingly. I undid my belt, dropped pants and underwear, freeing my cock. Her eyes, watching me, flared with heat the moment she saw it.
"Not even touched it properly and you're soaked. Need foreplay?"
"Already wet enough...♥ Just put it in, please...♥"
Below her wiggling ass, her drenched pussy drooled juices. No matter how many times, the sight was irresistible—I lined up my tip and thrust deep.
Squelch-!
"Hk...! Haaaak...!"
A moan mixed pleasure and pain burst out from the sudden penetration. Her pussy was plenty wet, but my dry cock entering raw added the sting.
"Hurts?"
"I-It hurts buuut...! Hngh! Haang, ah aang...!"
I didn't wait for her full answer, gripping her soft ass cheeks tight and slamming my hips forward.